Game of thrones: Blacktyde

Climbing aboard the other ship, I and my men are met with a couple of actual trained knights amidst the rabble of levies aka farmers and fishermen with pikes and axes while sporting shitty leather armour. Six of them in fact, I charge across the deck with my men beside me and reach the first knight, a reach knight by the looks of it.

My lovely maul, tried and true, hits hits the sword he raised to block my blow, a very dumb decision might I add. Sending his sword flying and him off of his feet. I put my all into my second blow as he tried staggering to his feet, right below his armpit I cleaved half way through his plate and through his body before my maul finally caught.

The momentum sends him flying, slamming into the cabin, into unconsciousness and later death. As his right ribs and lung were crushed and split. The levies stand appalled by the sight but they number more than us so they decide to charge me and those closest to me backed by two knights.

My men hold the rest of the levies and final two knights off, in the mean time that little reach cunt and his personal guard shout orders from the back. The first three levies to reach me were de-legged the moment they decided to step in my reach though one did manage to glance his spear off my right pauldron.

Bashing and splattering everything that got near me is truly a heavenly feeling, two minutes was all it took for us to carve our way to the knights backing these greenlander peasants they call soldiers. The knights managed to kill six of my men before they faced me. The first knight feints a high right slash into a thrust directly at the left side of my throat, his left, my right.

Thankfully I lowered my helm in time and it scraped along its steel. I grab his crossguard just before he pulls his sword away, sending him stumbling into my embrace as I drop my maul and squeeze him all my strength, my left arm under his right shoulder and my right arm over his left shoulder. I hear his plate groan as does he as I cut off his blood flow and he passes out.

Dropping him and tanking a spear just below my plate, this time almost breaking through my mail. The fact that I was hit makes the berserk in me scream. I pull it out as I look to see who stabbed me and it happens to be a somewhat stout levie boy, a farmhand probably. I reach for his face and dig my right thumb through his eye to grip his skull and pull him towards me as he screams.

I punch his face with my left hand and his head explodes in brain matter and skull fragments.

My men surround me after seeing me get stabbed perhaps thinking it's worse than it is. One of my men stabs his seax under the unconscious knights helm killing him while I retrieved my maul. "MOVE" I yell and burst out of the encirclement of my men and swing my maul hammer first at the head of the last knight whomst couldn't react in time due to him fighting one of my men so I caved in his helm and skull.

Looking over to the men holding off the other two knights I noticed that they had killed one and had the other on his backfoot dodging axes. I figure they got that handled. I then look towards that cunty reach bastard and see that he's running into the cabin with four of his guard and shuts the door while the other six stand outside, they probably know they will die.

Not that I care. My men finish cleaning up the levies that hadn't already been killed or jumped overboard yet, idiots. Me and my men surround the six guarding the door, what's left of my men anyway. The guards or knights or whatever the fuck you call a lords personal detail actually look competent. "Robert Baratheon will come for your head next after he learns of what happened here you know right right" said the more serene one of the pack, a man who looks to be in his late twenties. Probably a veteran.

"Then that stormlander cunt can swim his ass over here to try but his mistake would be thinking I'd keel over like that bejeweled Targaryen prissy bitch he killed at the Ruby Ford" I spit back at him, at the same time I pull a small axe from my belt and throw it at him. Which he blocks but that wasn't the point of the the throw.

The moment the axe left my hand, I and my boys rushed them. I upswing my maul at the cunt who spoke and severed the fingers holding his sword. He yelps and jerks back off balance so I kick him in his sensing him flying through the door of the cabin. Turning I lift my maul into a overhead strike with the hammer side on a guards helm. Flattening the top of it while he was busy with one of my men. He crumples over leaking blood and brainmatter from his helmet

Figuring my men could handle the other four, I rush through the door I kicked that one bastard through and was met with a sword clanging off my helmet, ringing my bell. I turn to meet him and have to duck a thrust to my face from one of the reach cunts personal guards. As I ducked I felt something hit me in the back but I ignored it and dove toward the one thrusting at me with his sword, dropping my maul and spearing him into some of the cabinets in the room.

Grabbing the sword he dropped I jumped up and turned to who had hit me in the back. It was the cunt I kicked through the door. He had hit the back of my breastplate with a small mace he had in his belt. Grunting, I feint a low swing into a high swing and cleave his head from his shoulders sending it flying towards the Reach pussy and his guard at the back of the room. As I turn to finish off the bastard I speared into the cabinet he drives a dagger under my breastplate and leathers, piercing through my mail and into my hip.

Roaring, I grab the hand holding the dagger with my left hand and squeeze it to mince. His screams die instantly as I then punch him in the throat with my right hand, crushing his windpipe. My men, finished with the guys outside rush in to assist me and see me with a dagging in my waist. "Don't look at me" I then point to the remaining guard and the Reach bitch. "Kill that bastard and bring me the greenland cunt. He'll be good negotiations."

Letting them handle that I retrieve my maul and walk outside the cabin to inspect my wound. Seeing that it didn't hit anything too vital I decide to leave it in since I don't want to bleed out on the way back. Wounds in that area are particularly bleedy. Using the boarding ladders I climb back onto my ship and look to see how my other ships are doing.

20 ships versus 30 ships usually would mean we'd fuckin' die. However being that the one's that came to face us aren't particularly skilled at naval combat I'd it's about a 50/50. Most my ships had done well keeping the enemies from boarding and shooting anyone too open with bows. We whittled down our opposition. When all was said and done, eleven of our ships still had men and nine of their ships still had men, which they retreated with.

As they left my men rushed to put out any fires and plug any holes incurred during the fighting aswell as getting onto any ships still seaworthy enough to limp home. Twenty seven ships is what we are coming home with, fifteen of ours and twelve of theirs. We barely had the men to bring them back but we got it done. Pulling into harbor to dock I finally let out a sigh. My medic already had me bandaged up and good to go, sort of. Six hours of fighting and I'm fucking exhausted.

I need a fuckin nap.